Embracing His Syn, page 9
“I didn’t say that!” she yelled at him, then turned back to Day. “That bastard keeps putting words in my mouth. I protect the girls of BTNS,” she stated proudly, lifting her chin.
“What the fuck does that stand for? Bitches. That. Need. Slapping?” Syn quipped.
“You asshole!” she snapped, jumping up and leaning over the table to get in Syn’s face. Syn’s non-reaction had her seething with rage.
God moved fast. He grabbed her shoulder and slammed her down hard in the chair. “Get up again and the only deal we’ll give you will involve twenty-five years on death row before you get a needle full of potassium chloride in your arm.”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” She screeched.
“Lieutenant Godfrey get your hands off her immediately,” Day snapped. “As a matter of fact, I want you out of here, leave!”
God grumbled, "Fuck this shit," and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Ms. Lindstrom. I apologize for my colleague,” Day begin.
“You can’t apologize for that bully. Just like a man. Thinking he can handle women any way he wants.” She whipped her head so her long, blonde bangs were no longer covering her eye. “I want to file a complaint for excessive use of force.”
“Absolutely, I agree. I’ll write that up myself Ms. Lindstrom. Is there anything we can get you before we continue? A glass of water? A soda perhaps?” Day asked calmly.
Lady Jay’s shoulders relaxed slightly as she nodded, “A Diet Coke.”
Day pfftd at her. “Diet-shmiet. What are you a size six?”
“Don’t try to patronize me Detective,” she said around a slight grin.
Syn was flabbergasted that Day actually got a half-smile out of the woman.
“Sergeant Sydney will you be so kind to get Ms. Lindstrom a Coke please?” Day looked down at her with the most charming smile Syn had ever seen. “The sugar will help you. I’m sure you didn’t sleep well last night. I want to get you into the minimum-security wing so you can receive visitors. I’m sure your girls of BTNS would like to see you.”
Lady Jay nodded as Syn was leaving the room. Day continued, “I saw that BTNS stands for Better. Together. Never. Separated.”
“Damn, he’s good,” Syn told God after the door closed tightly behind him. God and Day had an awesome good cop/bad cop routine for interrogations, but when Syn added his straight-up asshole cop to their dance, it was downright entertaining. He had to admit that he’d enjoyed it. Syn told a uniform to get a Diet Coke as he and God watched Day work his magic through the window.
Syn saw Day unplug the camera on the wall. Lady Jay’s eyebrows rose in question. Pulling that plug was just a ploy. The camera in the next room was the one actually recording.
“So we can talk privately,” Day said. “So what does BTNS do?”
“I teach girls that loving each other is better. Never separate from each other. Men easily take advantage of women when they don't stick together to protect each other. Men will tear down a woman’s self-esteem if she doesn’t have another woman there to help lift her up. I teach my girls that they will get the love and care they deserve from a woman, not a man. All of my girls have experienced some form of abuse at the hands of a man.” She glared up at Day. “You act like you might be a nice one. But you’ll have to understand Lieutenant, I still don’t trust you.”
“Ms. Lindstrom talk to me, please. I really want to help you. I don’t want to see you on death row. Why did you kill Jake Statham?”
“You seem to have done your research, Lieutenant. Did you see Jake Starman’s scenes from Illustra? Did that look consensual to you? The way he handled her, slammed her around by her hair. Pounded her until she screamed for him to stop.” She slammed her fist down on the table. “She said stop, and those assholes just kept on recording like it was entertaining!”
Syn hoped Day could keep her talking. He was a profiler. He was great at using people’s passions to get information. He could easily find their vulnerabilities and use them to his advantage. Clearly, Lady Jay’s weakness was her girls. Day had already gotten from her, without her realizing it, that the other assailant was possibly one of the girls Statham performed with at Illustra, one with hair long enough to pull, and one that had used the word ‘stop’ during the scene. Hopefully that part was on film.
“Which girl are you referring to Janet? Starman has over twenty films on Illustra’s site.” Day moved from the edge of the table to sit down. “Another girl was at the crime scene with you. Who was it? Why are you going to take four counts of murder at twenty-five years each on yourself? Give us her name and the supplier of the ecstasy that you used to drug Mr. Statham, Rick Diggler, Lance Towers, and Dick Berry.” Day placed the pictures of the other three victims in front of her. “You won’t see your girls ever again. Who’s going to protect them when you go to prison? You'll give them a chance if you cooperate with us. A deal of ten years sounds a hell of a lot better than life without the possibility of parole.”
“You’re not as slick as you think, Lieutenant. I never said I killed them,” she said softly, her smile almost sinister.
“You killed Statham because he raped one of your BTNS girls and no one did a damn thing, so you took it upon yourself.”
“I never said that!” she yelled, getting even angrier. “You’re trying to force a confession. I want my lawyer right fucking now! Don’t ask me another question!”
Syn knew the interrogation was over and so did Day. He gathered the contents of the file and stood from his seat. He looked at her, shaking his head sadly. “I tried to help you.”
Lady Jay slammed her hands on the table again. “You don’t want to help me! You’re just like all the rest of them. You thought you were so slick slipping in those other three names. Fuck you!”
Day turned, heading for the door.
“You’re not as smart as you think you are Lieutenant Day!”
“Smart enough to like cock,” Day shot over his shoulder before leaving the room.
Syn and God doubled over laughing at Day’s parting shot and he was sure Lady Jay heard them because she went crazy.
“Laugh all you want. I didn’t ask for this lifestyle! I was born this way!” she yelled at the mirror.
“Well damn. She brought out the national gay anthem.” Day chuckled.
“Yeah. She went there.” Syn smirked. He turned to the uniformed officer still holding the Diet Coke and plucked it from his hand, popping the top and taking a long sip. “That crazy bitch can drink water when she gets upstairs. Take her back to lock-up. Call her lawyer.” He’d let Homicide deal with Lady Jay from here on out.
“The first of Illustra’s entertainers are upstairs,” Ronowski said as he met them on the stairs heading back to their office. “Two men and one woman.”
“Alright. Let me know what you come up with,” Syn told him. Ronowski could handle questioning them. Syn had watched his interrogation tactics, and he was good.
Ronowski went one way and God and Day another to review some of Starman's films. All this bullshit to get to an ecstasy dealer. Syn was not in the mood to spend his day watching a shit load of porn. He yelled to his bosses that he was going to lunch and he’d be back in an hour.
‘Shit Just Got Real’
Furi was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the next bus. After he’d called Doug’s brother, aka: his divorce lawyer and gave him the okay to have Patrick served, he thought he'd feel sick and be scared shitless, but he actually felt pretty damn good. He was taking back his life. He wouldn’t run and hide anymore. Furi was all about control now. Living it and taking it.
He still had thirty minutes before the bus was scheduled to arrive when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. The illuminated display told him it was Mack. Fuck. Furi allowed himself to contemplate not answering for a few seconds before he connected the call.
“Yeah?” He answered shortly, already knowing exactly what Mack wanted.
“Hey Furious. It’s Mack. I’m really sorry to call all spur of the moment like this. Dean had a live performance scheduled today but he was picked up by the Detectives for questioning.” Furi heard Mack let out a frustrated breath. “I know you don’t do live, but no one else is available. You won’t see or hear the customer. Just act like it’s a solo. All you have to do is jerk off. Joe will be on the phone with the customer and if they want you to do something specific, Joe will tell you. The pay is good. When we tried to cancel, the customer offered up an additional five hundred if we find a replacement.”
Furi sighed in annoyance. He was already scheduled tomorrow for a solo; he damn sure didn’t feel up to filming two days back-to-back. I’m in control.
“Tell you what, Mack. I’m supposed to do my solo tomorrow. I’m willing to kill two birds with one stone.” Furi could almost feel the vertebrae in his spine locking into place. No one was telling him what to do anymore. His suggestion may be a long shot since private live shows were supposed to be exclusive, that’s why they cost so damn much. But hell, if Mack said no, Furi had no problem saying no, too.
Mack was silent so Furi waited.
“After your live ends, we’ll have to add a few things so that it doesn’t look like we used a film instead of a live. Maybe change rooms and your clothes, then add other positions. How about that?”
Furi thought for a second. Shit. That’d be seven hundred dollars. Furi didn’t even have to talk to the customer. “Alright. What time?”
“It’s in an hour. I can have one of the guys come get you.”
“No. I’m around the corner. I need to make a quick phone call–” Furi’s words died off when he saw a dark Benz come around the corner way too slowly. Furi squinted. The windows were so dark he couldn’t see inside. The car crept up to him and Furi’s focus diverted from Mack.
“So are you in, Furi?”
Furi didn’t hear Mack’s last question as he unconsciously let his hand fall slowly to his side while keeping his eyes on the dark vehicle. When the passenger side window rolled down, Furi stood up and leaned over a little to peer inside. Furi could see Sasha’s blue eyes and blonde streaked hair. She sneered angrily at him as she stopped at the curb. He couldn’t see the passengers, just assumed it was a couple other women from Illustra. Furi knew he looked confused as he took a timid step forward. He paused and his heart skipped a beat when the back window rolled down just far enough for someone to stick their hand out in the shape of a gun with their thumb and index finger pointed directly at him. His head jerked back at that gesture.
“Sasha what the fuck?” he hissed at her.
A loud horn had Furi jumping out of his skin and Sasha peeling away from the curb, but not before he got another icy-blue glare. It was pure, unadulterated hate. Jesus H. Christ. The bus pulled into the spot the Benz had just vacated. Furi blinked away his confusion and waved the driver on. He looked down at his phone and saw that he was still connected to Mack. He quickly lifted the phone back to his ear.
“Mack. Mack, you there?”
“Hey what happened? Are you with Sasha? I thought I heard you say her name,” Mack asked him.
“Fuck no. I was waiting on the bus and she pulled up, acting crazy. I’m headed back to Illustra now.” Furi was double-timing it back to the studio. “Hey, Mack.”
“Yeah?”
“You know when I cancelled the shoot with Sasha a few days ago?”
“Yeah, what about it? You pissed off ninety percent of my customers.”
Furi ignored that. “How’d she do with Doug? Did they not get along or something?”
“Doug offered to do it, but I didn’t pair her with Doug.”
Furi halted his steps, “Who’d you put her with?”
“Jake Starman.”
Furi’s chin rested on his chest, while he stood with his legs shoulder-width apart and his hands braced on the wall. He could sense the cameraman pan in to get a good shot of the water sluicing down his abs and streaming off his semi-erect cock.
“Rub some soap on your chest,” Joe instructed him. Joe was the coordinator/director of live performances. Furi had been clear he didn’t want to hear the customer's voice, so Joe was relaying her requests. At first it was difficult for Furi not to imagine a woman on the other end of the line. That coupled with everything going on his head: his ex-husband, Starman's death, school, just everything, meant he was struggling to get hard. There was only one thing that could keep Furi hard enough to get through this scene. Syn there with him.
Furi poured some body wash in his palm and imagined Syn’s coal black eyes scanning appreciatively over his body. Furi used his hand to track every ridge and muscle that Syn’s eyes roamed over. Syn moved in closer and ran the back of his hand down the length of Furi’s uncut cock. Furi took the back of his hand and mimicked him. The flushed head was already peeking out of his foreskin, seeking attention. Furi could hear Syn’s gasp when he pulled the skin all the way back, exposing a leaking slit.
Syn slowly moved his hand up Furi’s chest making goose bumps appear on his arms. Furi shivered and grasped the base of his shaft, jerking that sensitive skin up and down a couple times before stopping. It felt so fucking good and so torturously sweet to stop. Syn licked his neck and Furi let his head drop back to give those soft lips complete and total access. Furi rubbed his other hand up his body to his neck that was now slick from Syn’s tongue. Oh god. Furi opened his eyes and the camera was right there. He imagined Syn looking back at him. His eyes slid half closed when Syn’s shadowy gaze dropped to his nipples. Furi felt rough, calloused thumbs simultaneously rubbing over both delicate peaks. Mmmm. Fuck, feels good. Furi pinched them until they were red and aching. His cock leaked some more, ready and craving release. Syn wouldn’t make him beg for it. He took his hand, wrapped it around his fully hard dick and began a slow, sexy drag up and down with that skin gliding easily from his natural lube and the shower gel. Syn spun him around and pushed him hard up against the heated marble tiles. Furi arched his back off the wall and looked up into the soft recessed lighting over the shower, his neck fully exposed.
Syn, please. Furi shook when his hand crept under his cock to pull on his hypersensitive balls, already drawing up close to his body. He massaged them; kneaded them, rolling them around lazily in his hand. Furi licked his lips, desperately wanting Syn’s hot mouth down there. At first, just breathing his warm breath on them, heating them, before he opened wide to take the drawn-up sack inside. Oh my fucking ... Furi was already working to hold off his orgasm.
“She wants you on the bed,” Joe’s deep voice cut into Furi’s fantasy.
Furi shut off the water, grabbed a fluffy white towel off the warmer and casually rubbed off the excess water dripping from his hair onto his back. Leave a little water on you, you look sexy when you’re wet. Syn’s deep voice was right there telling Furi what he liked and he answered him. Whatever, you want, baby. Furi stretched out on the king-sized bed, not bothering to pull back the comforter. Furi reclined back slowly as if Syn were easing him back himself, watching him carefully. Furi’s entire body was on fire, and this from imagining himself with Syn. If he ever got the pleasure to actually be with the hot Detective, he might spontaneously combust.
Furi laid his hair across the pillow and spread his legs wide as the cameraman set up directly in front of him. “This how you want me?” Furi asked, looking right into the camera. He was talking to Syn, picturing him at his desk at the police station; watching Furi when he should’ve been working.
“Yes,” Joe said his voice rough. “Bring yourself off fast. Two minutes left.”
Not even gonna take that long. Furi got a good grip on his balls, wanting so bad to dip one finger lower to tease his quivering hole ... but that probably wouldn’t be received too well. So Furi rubbed the tender area beneath his balls, his hips rocking back and forth slowly. His other hand started working the excess skin up and down his cock, and it wasn’t long before he started to feel the electricity sparking a fire in his groin. He didn’t even need the Slick that was next to him, he was leaking so much. Furi picked up the pace, moaning and writhing, putting on a good show for his tough cop. Wanna see you come for me, Furious. Come and moan my name. I want to hear it on your lips. Yes, Syn. With one leg bent up and falling to the side, Furi showed Syn the best part of himself. Were he wanted the man to be, pushing into him so deep he felt too full to do anything but grunt and cry out for him not to stop. I’ma come for you ... fuck. Furi stroked with a purpose. He would come for Syn, show him he could please him. He applied more pressure to his balls, squeezing them almost to the point of pain … such sweet pain. His right hand flew up and down his length, twisting the skin around the head on each up stroke. His head was tilted back, his brow furrowed, it was straining his resolve not to shove fingers into his ass. Furi gritted his teeth and he swore he could feel the vein in his neck bulging from the intense pleasure. Fuck. I’m 'bout to come. Fuck. I’m 'bout to come so fuckin’ hard. Furi pushed his foreskin down, made a fist over his cock head, and squeezed repeatedly, the action making the head pulse and throb; that was what pulled him over and Furi freefell. The first blast of come exploded from his slit making his body jerk and the back of his head slam against the pillow. Synnnnn. Yes, baby. I’m right here. So fuckin sexy when you come. Furi’s cock spurted again and again, the hot come landing on his chest. He rubbed it in, showing Syn how nasty he wanted to be with him. Furi’s chest rose and fell with his labored breathing. He slowly dragged his skin up and down his cock a couple more times, squeezing any come out that lingered in his shaft, looking at the camera with lustful eyes.
“And cut,” Joe called out. “Good one, dude. Damn caller was panting so fucking hard she couldn’t even give any more instructions.”
Furi just nodded with a secret smile on his face. If Joe or the caller only knew what was going on in Furi’s mind. Goddamnit, Syn. He was so sated he was close to pulling out a cigarette and sparking one as if he were in his own bedroom. I’m in trouble. I want him ... bad.
“What the fuck does that stand for? Bitches. That. Need. Slapping?” Syn quipped.
“You asshole!” she snapped, jumping up and leaning over the table to get in Syn’s face. Syn’s non-reaction had her seething with rage.
God moved fast. He grabbed her shoulder and slammed her down hard in the chair. “Get up again and the only deal we’ll give you will involve twenty-five years on death row before you get a needle full of potassium chloride in your arm.”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” She screeched.
“Lieutenant Godfrey get your hands off her immediately,” Day snapped. “As a matter of fact, I want you out of here, leave!”
God grumbled, "Fuck this shit," and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Ms. Lindstrom. I apologize for my colleague,” Day begin.
“You can’t apologize for that bully. Just like a man. Thinking he can handle women any way he wants.” She whipped her head so her long, blonde bangs were no longer covering her eye. “I want to file a complaint for excessive use of force.”
“Absolutely, I agree. I’ll write that up myself Ms. Lindstrom. Is there anything we can get you before we continue? A glass of water? A soda perhaps?” Day asked calmly.
Lady Jay’s shoulders relaxed slightly as she nodded, “A Diet Coke.”
Day pfftd at her. “Diet-shmiet. What are you a size six?”
“Don’t try to patronize me Detective,” she said around a slight grin.
Syn was flabbergasted that Day actually got a half-smile out of the woman.
“Sergeant Sydney will you be so kind to get Ms. Lindstrom a Coke please?” Day looked down at her with the most charming smile Syn had ever seen. “The sugar will help you. I’m sure you didn’t sleep well last night. I want to get you into the minimum-security wing so you can receive visitors. I’m sure your girls of BTNS would like to see you.”
Lady Jay nodded as Syn was leaving the room. Day continued, “I saw that BTNS stands for Better. Together. Never. Separated.”
“Damn, he’s good,” Syn told God after the door closed tightly behind him. God and Day had an awesome good cop/bad cop routine for interrogations, but when Syn added his straight-up asshole cop to their dance, it was downright entertaining. He had to admit that he’d enjoyed it. Syn told a uniform to get a Diet Coke as he and God watched Day work his magic through the window.
Syn saw Day unplug the camera on the wall. Lady Jay’s eyebrows rose in question. Pulling that plug was just a ploy. The camera in the next room was the one actually recording.
“So we can talk privately,” Day said. “So what does BTNS do?”
“I teach girls that loving each other is better. Never separate from each other. Men easily take advantage of women when they don't stick together to protect each other. Men will tear down a woman’s self-esteem if she doesn’t have another woman there to help lift her up. I teach my girls that they will get the love and care they deserve from a woman, not a man. All of my girls have experienced some form of abuse at the hands of a man.” She glared up at Day. “You act like you might be a nice one. But you’ll have to understand Lieutenant, I still don’t trust you.”
“Ms. Lindstrom talk to me, please. I really want to help you. I don’t want to see you on death row. Why did you kill Jake Statham?”
“You seem to have done your research, Lieutenant. Did you see Jake Starman’s scenes from Illustra? Did that look consensual to you? The way he handled her, slammed her around by her hair. Pounded her until she screamed for him to stop.” She slammed her fist down on the table. “She said stop, and those assholes just kept on recording like it was entertaining!”
Syn hoped Day could keep her talking. He was a profiler. He was great at using people’s passions to get information. He could easily find their vulnerabilities and use them to his advantage. Clearly, Lady Jay’s weakness was her girls. Day had already gotten from her, without her realizing it, that the other assailant was possibly one of the girls Statham performed with at Illustra, one with hair long enough to pull, and one that had used the word ‘stop’ during the scene. Hopefully that part was on film.
“Which girl are you referring to Janet? Starman has over twenty films on Illustra’s site.” Day moved from the edge of the table to sit down. “Another girl was at the crime scene with you. Who was it? Why are you going to take four counts of murder at twenty-five years each on yourself? Give us her name and the supplier of the ecstasy that you used to drug Mr. Statham, Rick Diggler, Lance Towers, and Dick Berry.” Day placed the pictures of the other three victims in front of her. “You won’t see your girls ever again. Who’s going to protect them when you go to prison? You'll give them a chance if you cooperate with us. A deal of ten years sounds a hell of a lot better than life without the possibility of parole.”
“You’re not as slick as you think, Lieutenant. I never said I killed them,” she said softly, her smile almost sinister.
“You killed Statham because he raped one of your BTNS girls and no one did a damn thing, so you took it upon yourself.”
“I never said that!” she yelled, getting even angrier. “You’re trying to force a confession. I want my lawyer right fucking now! Don’t ask me another question!”
Syn knew the interrogation was over and so did Day. He gathered the contents of the file and stood from his seat. He looked at her, shaking his head sadly. “I tried to help you.”
Lady Jay slammed her hands on the table again. “You don’t want to help me! You’re just like all the rest of them. You thought you were so slick slipping in those other three names. Fuck you!”
Day turned, heading for the door.
“You’re not as smart as you think you are Lieutenant Day!”
“Smart enough to like cock,” Day shot over his shoulder before leaving the room.
Syn and God doubled over laughing at Day’s parting shot and he was sure Lady Jay heard them because she went crazy.
“Laugh all you want. I didn’t ask for this lifestyle! I was born this way!” she yelled at the mirror.
“Well damn. She brought out the national gay anthem.” Day chuckled.
“Yeah. She went there.” Syn smirked. He turned to the uniformed officer still holding the Diet Coke and plucked it from his hand, popping the top and taking a long sip. “That crazy bitch can drink water when she gets upstairs. Take her back to lock-up. Call her lawyer.” He’d let Homicide deal with Lady Jay from here on out.
“The first of Illustra’s entertainers are upstairs,” Ronowski said as he met them on the stairs heading back to their office. “Two men and one woman.”
“Alright. Let me know what you come up with,” Syn told him. Ronowski could handle questioning them. Syn had watched his interrogation tactics, and he was good.
Ronowski went one way and God and Day another to review some of Starman's films. All this bullshit to get to an ecstasy dealer. Syn was not in the mood to spend his day watching a shit load of porn. He yelled to his bosses that he was going to lunch and he’d be back in an hour.
‘Shit Just Got Real’
Furi was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the next bus. After he’d called Doug’s brother, aka: his divorce lawyer and gave him the okay to have Patrick served, he thought he'd feel sick and be scared shitless, but he actually felt pretty damn good. He was taking back his life. He wouldn’t run and hide anymore. Furi was all about control now. Living it and taking it.
He still had thirty minutes before the bus was scheduled to arrive when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. The illuminated display told him it was Mack. Fuck. Furi allowed himself to contemplate not answering for a few seconds before he connected the call.
“Yeah?” He answered shortly, already knowing exactly what Mack wanted.
“Hey Furious. It’s Mack. I’m really sorry to call all spur of the moment like this. Dean had a live performance scheduled today but he was picked up by the Detectives for questioning.” Furi heard Mack let out a frustrated breath. “I know you don’t do live, but no one else is available. You won’t see or hear the customer. Just act like it’s a solo. All you have to do is jerk off. Joe will be on the phone with the customer and if they want you to do something specific, Joe will tell you. The pay is good. When we tried to cancel, the customer offered up an additional five hundred if we find a replacement.”
Furi sighed in annoyance. He was already scheduled tomorrow for a solo; he damn sure didn’t feel up to filming two days back-to-back. I’m in control.
“Tell you what, Mack. I’m supposed to do my solo tomorrow. I’m willing to kill two birds with one stone.” Furi could almost feel the vertebrae in his spine locking into place. No one was telling him what to do anymore. His suggestion may be a long shot since private live shows were supposed to be exclusive, that’s why they cost so damn much. But hell, if Mack said no, Furi had no problem saying no, too.
Mack was silent so Furi waited.
“After your live ends, we’ll have to add a few things so that it doesn’t look like we used a film instead of a live. Maybe change rooms and your clothes, then add other positions. How about that?”
Furi thought for a second. Shit. That’d be seven hundred dollars. Furi didn’t even have to talk to the customer. “Alright. What time?”
“It’s in an hour. I can have one of the guys come get you.”
“No. I’m around the corner. I need to make a quick phone call–” Furi’s words died off when he saw a dark Benz come around the corner way too slowly. Furi squinted. The windows were so dark he couldn’t see inside. The car crept up to him and Furi’s focus diverted from Mack.
“So are you in, Furi?”
Furi didn’t hear Mack’s last question as he unconsciously let his hand fall slowly to his side while keeping his eyes on the dark vehicle. When the passenger side window rolled down, Furi stood up and leaned over a little to peer inside. Furi could see Sasha’s blue eyes and blonde streaked hair. She sneered angrily at him as she stopped at the curb. He couldn’t see the passengers, just assumed it was a couple other women from Illustra. Furi knew he looked confused as he took a timid step forward. He paused and his heart skipped a beat when the back window rolled down just far enough for someone to stick their hand out in the shape of a gun with their thumb and index finger pointed directly at him. His head jerked back at that gesture.
“Sasha what the fuck?” he hissed at her.
A loud horn had Furi jumping out of his skin and Sasha peeling away from the curb, but not before he got another icy-blue glare. It was pure, unadulterated hate. Jesus H. Christ. The bus pulled into the spot the Benz had just vacated. Furi blinked away his confusion and waved the driver on. He looked down at his phone and saw that he was still connected to Mack. He quickly lifted the phone back to his ear.
“Mack. Mack, you there?”
“Hey what happened? Are you with Sasha? I thought I heard you say her name,” Mack asked him.
“Fuck no. I was waiting on the bus and she pulled up, acting crazy. I’m headed back to Illustra now.” Furi was double-timing it back to the studio. “Hey, Mack.”
“Yeah?”
“You know when I cancelled the shoot with Sasha a few days ago?”
“Yeah, what about it? You pissed off ninety percent of my customers.”
Furi ignored that. “How’d she do with Doug? Did they not get along or something?”
“Doug offered to do it, but I didn’t pair her with Doug.”
Furi halted his steps, “Who’d you put her with?”
“Jake Starman.”
Furi’s chin rested on his chest, while he stood with his legs shoulder-width apart and his hands braced on the wall. He could sense the cameraman pan in to get a good shot of the water sluicing down his abs and streaming off his semi-erect cock.
“Rub some soap on your chest,” Joe instructed him. Joe was the coordinator/director of live performances. Furi had been clear he didn’t want to hear the customer's voice, so Joe was relaying her requests. At first it was difficult for Furi not to imagine a woman on the other end of the line. That coupled with everything going on his head: his ex-husband, Starman's death, school, just everything, meant he was struggling to get hard. There was only one thing that could keep Furi hard enough to get through this scene. Syn there with him.
Furi poured some body wash in his palm and imagined Syn’s coal black eyes scanning appreciatively over his body. Furi used his hand to track every ridge and muscle that Syn’s eyes roamed over. Syn moved in closer and ran the back of his hand down the length of Furi’s uncut cock. Furi took the back of his hand and mimicked him. The flushed head was already peeking out of his foreskin, seeking attention. Furi could hear Syn’s gasp when he pulled the skin all the way back, exposing a leaking slit.
Syn slowly moved his hand up Furi’s chest making goose bumps appear on his arms. Furi shivered and grasped the base of his shaft, jerking that sensitive skin up and down a couple times before stopping. It felt so fucking good and so torturously sweet to stop. Syn licked his neck and Furi let his head drop back to give those soft lips complete and total access. Furi rubbed his other hand up his body to his neck that was now slick from Syn’s tongue. Oh god. Furi opened his eyes and the camera was right there. He imagined Syn looking back at him. His eyes slid half closed when Syn’s shadowy gaze dropped to his nipples. Furi felt rough, calloused thumbs simultaneously rubbing over both delicate peaks. Mmmm. Fuck, feels good. Furi pinched them until they were red and aching. His cock leaked some more, ready and craving release. Syn wouldn’t make him beg for it. He took his hand, wrapped it around his fully hard dick and began a slow, sexy drag up and down with that skin gliding easily from his natural lube and the shower gel. Syn spun him around and pushed him hard up against the heated marble tiles. Furi arched his back off the wall and looked up into the soft recessed lighting over the shower, his neck fully exposed.
Syn, please. Furi shook when his hand crept under his cock to pull on his hypersensitive balls, already drawing up close to his body. He massaged them; kneaded them, rolling them around lazily in his hand. Furi licked his lips, desperately wanting Syn’s hot mouth down there. At first, just breathing his warm breath on them, heating them, before he opened wide to take the drawn-up sack inside. Oh my fucking ... Furi was already working to hold off his orgasm.
“She wants you on the bed,” Joe’s deep voice cut into Furi’s fantasy.
Furi shut off the water, grabbed a fluffy white towel off the warmer and casually rubbed off the excess water dripping from his hair onto his back. Leave a little water on you, you look sexy when you’re wet. Syn’s deep voice was right there telling Furi what he liked and he answered him. Whatever, you want, baby. Furi stretched out on the king-sized bed, not bothering to pull back the comforter. Furi reclined back slowly as if Syn were easing him back himself, watching him carefully. Furi’s entire body was on fire, and this from imagining himself with Syn. If he ever got the pleasure to actually be with the hot Detective, he might spontaneously combust.
Furi laid his hair across the pillow and spread his legs wide as the cameraman set up directly in front of him. “This how you want me?” Furi asked, looking right into the camera. He was talking to Syn, picturing him at his desk at the police station; watching Furi when he should’ve been working.
“Yes,” Joe said his voice rough. “Bring yourself off fast. Two minutes left.”
Not even gonna take that long. Furi got a good grip on his balls, wanting so bad to dip one finger lower to tease his quivering hole ... but that probably wouldn’t be received too well. So Furi rubbed the tender area beneath his balls, his hips rocking back and forth slowly. His other hand started working the excess skin up and down his cock, and it wasn’t long before he started to feel the electricity sparking a fire in his groin. He didn’t even need the Slick that was next to him, he was leaking so much. Furi picked up the pace, moaning and writhing, putting on a good show for his tough cop. Wanna see you come for me, Furious. Come and moan my name. I want to hear it on your lips. Yes, Syn. With one leg bent up and falling to the side, Furi showed Syn the best part of himself. Were he wanted the man to be, pushing into him so deep he felt too full to do anything but grunt and cry out for him not to stop. I’ma come for you ... fuck. Furi stroked with a purpose. He would come for Syn, show him he could please him. He applied more pressure to his balls, squeezing them almost to the point of pain … such sweet pain. His right hand flew up and down his length, twisting the skin around the head on each up stroke. His head was tilted back, his brow furrowed, it was straining his resolve not to shove fingers into his ass. Furi gritted his teeth and he swore he could feel the vein in his neck bulging from the intense pleasure. Fuck. I’m 'bout to come. Fuck. I’m 'bout to come so fuckin’ hard. Furi pushed his foreskin down, made a fist over his cock head, and squeezed repeatedly, the action making the head pulse and throb; that was what pulled him over and Furi freefell. The first blast of come exploded from his slit making his body jerk and the back of his head slam against the pillow. Synnnnn. Yes, baby. I’m right here. So fuckin sexy when you come. Furi’s cock spurted again and again, the hot come landing on his chest. He rubbed it in, showing Syn how nasty he wanted to be with him. Furi’s chest rose and fell with his labored breathing. He slowly dragged his skin up and down his cock a couple more times, squeezing any come out that lingered in his shaft, looking at the camera with lustful eyes.
“And cut,” Joe called out. “Good one, dude. Damn caller was panting so fucking hard she couldn’t even give any more instructions.”
Furi just nodded with a secret smile on his face. If Joe or the caller only knew what was going on in Furi’s mind. Goddamnit, Syn. He was so sated he was close to pulling out a cigarette and sparking one as if he were in his own bedroom. I’m in trouble. I want him ... bad.
